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Australian Shore

For some, reaching the safety of the Australian shore is impossible. Why?
For some, reaching the safety of the Australian shore is impossible. Why?
The bushes near the water where I have found the Brindah's message in a bottle.
The bushes near the water where I have found the Brindah's message in a bottle.
For Brindah and her fellow travellers the Australian shore looks hostile and unwelcoming.
For Brindah and her fellow travellers the Australian shore looks hostile and unwelcoming.
For another, more lucky little refugee the Australian shore looks much more friendlier.
For another, more lucky little refugee the Australian shore looks much more friendlier.
He takes his time to explore the new environment.
He takes his time to explore the new environment.
He learns a new language and he founds his first friends.
He learns a new language and he founds his first friends.
He wanders further and further and his footprints stay in the sand.
He wanders further and further and his footprints stay in the sand.
He learns to be an Australian.
He learns to be an Australian.
He grows into a young man.
He grows into a young man.
He knows that his Father came on a boat from a foreign land but he knows nothing else.
He knows that his Father came on a boat from a foreign land but he knows nothing else.
Few lucky refugees are welcome to reach the Perth
Few lucky refugees are welcome to reach the Perth
Most of them never reach it or they are pulled away.
Most of them never reach it or they are pulled away.
A glimpse of sparkling water give them hope.
A glimpse of sparkling water give them hope.
Then they reach the rocky coastline again.
Then they reach the rocky coastline again.

A Message In A Bottle


Half buried into the sand dunes

near my beach house

green, corked wine bottle

I had to smash it

to get the letter out.


Who was the mysterious

message-bottler?

the odd fantasy

of a tall, dark and handsome

billionaire,

bored on his luxury cruiser,

crossed my mind.


' Please help us

and save our lives,'

its author,

a nine-year-old girl,

Brindah was her name.

Sri Lankan asylum seeker

thwarted from reaching Australia's shore,

her dreamland, her only aim.


Leaning over the rail

of a small rickety cargo boat

among three hundred desperate people

who called a hunger strike.

Brindah put the message

in a bottle

and threw it overboard.

I know,

you would prefer

a romantic billionaire,

but the Ethnic Tamil child,

lost and scared

is the only one I have found.


I found a treasure,

a message in a bottle,

now I have to find

that child.


Asked about Brindah's plea,

Australian Immigration Minister

said,

she was just one millions of refugees

seeking a better life,

she is now in Merak,

Indonesian detention centre,

for another ten or twenty

years

of her life.


' Please, think of us, please,'

I finish reading her message in a bottle:

'we have lived in a forest for one month,

please sir, take us to your country,

there must be somewhere a place for us...'


Brindah will get old and wrinkly,

locked behind the Indonesian wall,

dreaming about our Australian shore.


I am sorry, my dear Brindah,

I am just a writer,

I keep your bottle and write a poem...

about YOU

about YOUR PEOPLE

what would happen

if you managed

to reach our shore.


BOAT PEOPLE

Boat people are coming

struggling to reach a shore

of ' Promised land'

like others

before them

for a hundred years

following the Dream Times people

and British settlement.


Another day is starting

with Kookaburra laughing

the newcomers are sitting

in the shadow of Eucalyptus tree

to study English grammar

and how to feel free

under the barbed fence


Another yea is ending

on the summer midnight time

listening Aussie Dinkum

they look at Southern sky

sewing their lips together

they think about their roots

and the children for which

they sacrifice...


And their children

are running

happily on the sand

leaving their footprints

hopefully

forever on red land.


I just wish Brindah's footprints would be one of them.


IF YOU HAVE BEEN MOVED BY THIS TRUE STORY; PLEASE ANSWER MY QUESTION

ABOUT THIS ISSUE ON MY BLOG: http://bittersweetbeata.blogspot.com

I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW YOUR OPINION; PLEASE SHARE IT WITH ME. THANK YOU.






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lmmartin 6 years ago from Alberta and Florida

Beata, this brought tears to my eyes. You are such a good writer (though I know you don't believe it) and your messages are always on the side of the angels. I will add Brindah to the list of children I pray will one day find sanctuary and a good life. And among those children are the 100,000 or so that will have been trafficked this year.

Thank you for this moving story.


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Ralph Deeds 6 years ago

Wonderful, touching, sad. I can tell you are quite a nice person. I wish more Americans' attitudes toward immigrants were as kind as yours.


Beata Stasak 6 years ago

Thank you Immartin for believing in me, I just feel that the best way I can use my modest skills is 'to shout' for those

who can not do it my themselves. Thank you my dear hub friend for your encouragement.

My dear Ralph, I can feel for immigrants because I am /I was/ one of them. There are many people here in Australia and on your American shores who are afraid of immigrants, of their different culture, looks...afraid that immigrants take their place, their jobs...but I believe there is too many desperate people and there is enough space and wealth to share around in Western countries...I know we are now in deep economical crisis but it is still 'great life' if you compare it with the rest of the world. Thank you for your nice compliment.


poetlorraine 6 years ago

how sad is that, will read it again when i am not so tired, appreciate your comments on my hubs thanks a lot, looking forward to reading more of yours also


Beata Stasak 6 years ago

Thank you so much for visiting my hub. I hope you come back.


ralwus 6 years ago

The naughty man here. I read this the other day but was not signed in and did want to tell you how much I enjoyed this. It is heart breaking to think this story play out so frequently. Thanks again. CC


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear ralwus, better later than never. Thanks so much for taking time to come back. I feel very lucky that so many great

people on hub from all around the world visit me and spent time to leave a comment...it makes me feel very special.


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bayareagreatthing 6 years ago from Bay Area California

Wow Beata! So very moving and touching. Your words are powerful and eye opening as always!


Beata Stasak 6 years ago

Thank you so much for your friendly and warm response.

It is great to have 'hub friends' just like you who I can connect with through my writing.

All the best Bayarea...visiting you soon. Beata


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

There are footprints in the sanctuary of my mind...Brindah's and yours. Thanks for the words.


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Faybe Bay 6 years ago from Florida

This is so sad. Thank you for sharing it with me. We have something in common as we had boat people in Florida too. It is the saddest thing that these people struggle to get somewhere, only to find they are not wanted there. Many know they risk imprisonment and deportation, yet they come anyway. They risk their lives to change their fate, and still are not only turned away, they're punished for dreaming of a better life.


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my dear readers for connecting with me through my words...we all want to dream about better life...only very few of us manage to reach the shore of our dreams...and we have to duty to support others to reach it as well...


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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

A message in a bottle! It sound so romantic, so different. And yet it's so sad, so poignant.

One of the finest acts of humanity is to welcome the stranger, to give shelter to the wanderer.

There is story that I'm working into a Hub, a true story, of a man who welcomes a scared fugitive into his house, gives him succour and promises that no harm will come to him while in the house. The next day other people come to the house owner and tell him that the fugitive he is harbouring killed his (the house owner's) son. The people want to take the fugitive away and deal with him, but the house owner refuses saying he had promised to protect the fugitive, and would keep his promise, even knowing what the fugitive had done. That is true humanity, true empathy.

How can we refuse shelter and food to those wanderers across the oceans who only seek a better life? That is not human. I know there are many problems involved and it's not as simple as that, but I wonder, if we were suddenly put into that position, of being wanderers without a home, how would we feel?

Thanks for sharing this amazing story. I will remember Brindrah.

Love and peace

Tony


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Tony, thank you for sharing your great humanitarian story with me...I am so grateful that you share the same opinion, I feel like I hit the wall...debating the issue of true humanity and true empathy in every opportunity, as I feel all our world problems come to the same end...we don't seem to empathise with others...we use aggression against them and they against us...a violent cycle of today world...


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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks

This was very captivating....we will think of Brindah and light a candle for her safety.


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you so much my friend on hub and FB as well...it is easier to emphatize with refugees once you give them human face...love and peace from BEata


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lxxy 6 years ago from Beneath, Between, Beyond

Thanks for sharing! This is truly moving Beata! What small consequences build up to such strange events.

It is only sad that the outcome is as it is..


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for spending time to reading my story, Ixxy, we can not change the world, but by sharing our little everyday experiences of injustice hopefully we can prevent from other injustices happening in future...one would hope anyway...love and peace from Beata


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for spending time to reading my story, Ixxy, we can not change the world, but by sharing our little everyday experiences of injustice hopefully we can prevent from other injustices happening in future...one would hope anyway...love and peace from Beata


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ptosis 6 years ago from Arizona

damn, made me sniffle up also .....


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

I am happy you liked it 'Ptosis', it was worth of writing it then..love and peace from Beata


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msorensson 6 years ago

Beautiful poem...Thank you.


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, my dear friend that you have found time to read one of my poems and happy that your time was not wasted and you liked it...hope you come back again:) love from Beata


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susanlang 6 years ago

@Beata Stasak Saving them all one at a time has always been a dream of mine..this story so much speaks for many who continue to come anyway and Brindah will remain in my prayers. Teared up but grateful you wrote it.


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Susan, stories like these have to be told, if just to remind us that not everyone is lucky like us:)

We need to learn to help more, share more and welcome refugees with open arms:)


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gg.zaino 6 years ago from L'America

:]Beata my friend, Hello ~ it has been a while. Again I know the fates have once again intervened. I am so fortunate to have stumbled on this moving piece, of your captivating poetry.

I was truly drawn to this write Beata. The plight and prayers of so many that want nothing more than rest their weary heads on freedoms soil.

It makes me hang my head when i hear citizens of this free nation, speak so badly about it and offer nothing but criticism.

The luxury of freedom can only truly be felt by those like this darling child ~ or youself Beata who are or were deprived of it...

Keep writing my free spirited herald, for those who have no voice ~ B@peace. greg z.


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

Funny how a simple message in a bottle can create an unsolveable problem for the receiver. Hope is all there is and that is a think premise. It is good that you write about it and get the weight off your heart thinking of this child locked up for so much of coming years. Thanks for sharing. WB


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia Author

That's how I see life I think...a myriad unsolveable problems are hidden somewhere in a junk all around us and we just miss to look and find them...and even if we find them what can we do?


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Goodpal 5 years ago

You have communicated through both words and the pictures. Wonderful experience for me. Thanks.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy you liked it Goodpal:)....all the best to you my friend....


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

No one can say that you do not face the big challenges and express an outpouring of compassion. A sad story, well written.


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you dear mckbirdbks, I just felt it has to be written so there it is:)


Fay Paxton 5 years ago

I'm so glad you visited my hub, otherwise I might not have discovered your beautiful, thought-provoking poetry.

up/awesome and beautiful


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Welcome to my hubpage, my dear Fay, I am on never ending quest to discover more fellow hubbers who are on the same 'length-wave' and I am happy I have found you...all the best with your hubbing and stay in touch...Beata


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qwark 5 years ago

Hello Beata;

Unfortunately, as human population continues to grow, children will suffer and die in numbers like no other time in our existence.

Brindah, sadly, is but one of those who were born with little or no hope for the future.

It will only get worse.

Mother Nature is cruel and heartless, but there is a balance that must be kept if life is to flourish.

Lesser creatures than we human beings, (if there is such a thing)live and die with no ability to think...to understand their plight.

In fact, we human creatures are but "conscious" animals that understand the consequence of death and have trouble dealing with "it" being just a natural event that ALL life will experience.

Life is such a fantastic experience that I feel great sorrow for the young who die before they get a chance to experience it fully.

This is a sad hub very nicely presented.

Voted up.

Qwark

We humans


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

Just as you so wonderfully said, Qwark....we are just a part of natural force in all its beauty and ugliness ..nothing is just or fair, all you need is a bad luck to be born in wrong time at wrong place....but many people don't understand and think that their place of birth, their status they have been born in or the colour of their skin gave them right to feel superior to others...but we all know they are just small specks with good luck on our not only human but natural scale:)...for them I write these reflections so they stop boasting and realise how lucky but insignificant they are...

all the best to you Qwark..We humans need to help each other and keep our planet healthy and fair for everyone as we can:)


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Mr. Happy 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

I am not very good with understanding poems but this one was quite straight forward.

We have much to work on. Thank you for writing this. I wish people would think about the thoughts you put down here. All the best!


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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia Author

I don't believe in using complicated words if not needed I believe in getting the important message across and I am happy I managed that...at least with this poem:)...thanks for your kind words Mr Happy:)


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Barbara Kay 4 years ago from USA

I enjoyed your poem, but wish such sad things didn't go on in our world. The photos are beautiful.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I believe, dear Barbara, happy and sad things go in our world hand in hand and we need to write about both...about our bitter and sweet world:)...thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your beautiful poem 'the lady with a beautiful name:)


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sweetoneangel 4 years ago from New Jersey

Again such a great poem,it brought tears to my eyes.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'sweetoneangel'....you are too sweet for this 'harsh' world:)....thank you for your beautiful comment, we can not change the world but we can at least write about things that need to be changed:)


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Dee aka Nonna 4 years ago

I really don't know how I missed this before now. It is a very touching story and somehow I knew it was true, even before I got to the end. My heart was ripped with your line "there must be somewhere a place for us."

Very moving, very touching story. Thank you for sharing. Voted up, awesome, and would be inspiring if there were such a button.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

My dear 'Dee aka Nonna', even before I started to write this poem, I knew that this story had to be written down...the refugees and their misplacement is one of the big social problems of our times but people tend to close their eyes and pretend it doesn't exist, but it is here to stay and it will define our century, if we like it or not....the same way we judge our forebearers for the wrong deeds of the past, we will be judged for our ability to close our doors, to close our ears, eyes and hearts to innocent and desperate people with no where else to go....


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alancaster149 4 years ago from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire)

It is regrettable, the way things are in this world of ours. We spend our lives wanting to be somewhere else and when we get there somebody puts up fences to stop you getting in! If this girl and her family have been interned in Indonesia chances are they'll get wound up no end by proselytising missionaries of one sort or another. They'll end up wishing they'd stayed at home. The same goes on here, with French border control practically non-existent there's a lot more gets in than does down under. I migrated - from north to south - and have profited in no small way from being here, with my big feet on the property ladder. I'd still sooner be up north, though. Sadly the Tamils can't say they'd rather be back in Sri Lanka.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you for your insightful comment, my dear 'alancaster', one of the migration officers here is my friend, so I have some insight in the matter too and I often feel that ordinary people, who get their daily feed of information from press just don't have any idea what is happening....I just want my poems to be 'litle eye opener'....


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Capedium 4 years ago from Texas.

I am sorry, my dear Brindah,I am just a writer,

I keep your bottle and write a poem,about you

about your people,what would happen

if you managed,to reach our shore.

I just love this last part..

Not to worry, I will reach the sure..

Hope you write me a poem that is as brave as I am


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Dear Capedium, there is many misfurtunes happening every day in our big wide world, I don't have answers how to solve these problems and I am certainly not encouraging any refugees to try to reach the dangerous Australian shores...life is more important than mirage of financial security and prosperous future...it is just a mirage in the heat on a dusty long road...


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Capedium 4 years ago from Texas.

It's ok.. Is just my way of saying ,, I love your Hub..


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

thank you, dear Capedium, happy you liked it...poetry is one of those creative outlets that leave the door open to many interpretations...all the best to you my fellow hubber and I am very grateful for your honest and beautiful comments:)


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Capedium 4 years ago from Texas.

Poetry is life itself.. Have a wonderful day

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